All language subtitles for Fantasy Island S05E11 House of Dolls Wuthering Heights.WEBRip x264 [i_c].NonHI.en

The plane! The plane!

Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.

- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Julie.

Julie, didn't I ask you

to air express that box
to the San Diego Zoo?

That's the problem.

You should have told
me what was in the box.

Don't tell me you opened it.

Uh-oh.

Well, how was I
supposed to know it was

full of live Fantasy
Island butterflies?

Oh!

There goes one now.

Julie, we...

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Boss, who is that pretty lady?

Miss Clarissa Bevis,

a social worker from
Seattle, Washington.

No wonder more people
move to Washington.

Yes,

but strangely enough,

she is lonely, Tattoo.

Miss Bevis has never found love.

Oh, that's too
bad, what a waste.

Oh, indeed. But you
see, she is haunted,

haunted by a man...

Who does not exist.

Yes.

That is why her fantasy

is to meet Heathcliff, a
strange and enigmatic

character in Wuthering Heights.

One of the most popular books

in the history of
English literature.

Heathcliff? Can
we do that, boss?

Oh, yes, my friend, yes,
we can most certainly

grant Miss Bevis her fantasy,

but only if she's
willing to risk

everything...

Including her possible death.

Who's that, boss?

His name is Mr. Francis Elkins.

And he works as a window dresser

at an exclusive boutique.

Well, it seems he's become
more than casually attracted

to one of the female...

Mannequins he's been dressing.

You mean one of those dummies?

I don't think Mr. Elkins
would appreciate

that appellation, Tattoo.

But, boss, he's
already living a fantasy.

Mr. Elkins fantasy is to
bring his mannequin to life

so he may spend
one perfect weekend

with her on Fantasy Island.

Tattoo, you are about to witness

one of the most unusual
and most delightful

fantasies we've ever had.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

meeting Heathcliff
or someone like him

has been my dream
since I was 13 years old.

It still doesn't seem possible

that it's really going
to happen at last.

And you think that
meeting Heathcliff

or perhaps experiencing
the kind of love

he had for Cathy in
the novel will free you

of your fixation so you
may find real love, huh?

-Yes. -Tattoo.

Wuthering Heights, Miss Bevis.

I must warn you,

your actions must not change

Miss Bronte's classic
book in any way,

including...

Including its conclusion.

I understand.

Then walk, Miss Bevis,

down that pathway.

Where does it go?

Why, to Wuthering
Heights, of course,

in the year 1830.

Oh, this is...
This is wonderful.

It's Wuthering Heights,

and I'm really here.

And there is Heathcliff.

If you value your
pitiful life, Linton,

you'll get off my property.

I have remained
silent these two months

since my wife Cathy's death

out of respect for her memory.

Now, may I remind
you, Heathcliff,

this is my wife's
rightful property.

It is therefore now mine.

I'll see you in hell before I
give up Wuthering Heights

to the likes of you.

I warn you, Heathcliff,

I intend to have
my rightful property

one way...

or another.

Wuthering Heights is no
more your property, sir...

Than your wife was.

You'll pay for this, Heathcliff.

I swear it.

Heathcliff! Heathcliff!

-Cathy. -I am not Cathy.

You are. You are.

Oh, dear God, how can it be?

Cathy.

Cathy.

Well, there she is, Mr. Roarke.

I call her Courtney, uh...

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Oh, indeed, Mr. Elkins, indeed.

And it's quite obvious to me
that she's been alive to you

for many years...

In your imagination, of course.

You're right about that.

I've been getting along fine
with my work, but the price

I pay is working a
lot at nights, alone.

It must have been
lonely for you.

It is, Mr. Roarke.

Courtney's been my
only company, and...

I don't know how it
happened, but all of a sudden

I started talking to
her and confiding in her

and, figuring out ways
to make her prettier.

She's been alive
to me all right, and...

I guess I...

I even fell a little
in love with her.

-Crazy, huh? -Oh, no, no, no.

I don't know.

It's been said that love
is the most wonderful

and the ultimate
form of madness.

Well, Mr. Elkins,

are you ready for
your fantasy to begin?

Yes, sir.

Now, this talisman

is a representation of
an ancient goddess who...

according to legend,

gave life...

to Pygmalion's
statue of Galatea.

Hold it tightly in one hand,

Mr. Elkins.

Now, go to the mannequin

and place your other
hand on her shoulder.

Repeat after me.

"I command thee...

To awaken."

I command thee...

To awaken.

"Now."

Now.

Hello, Francis.

You're alive.

Thank you for giving me life.

- Mr. Roarke, she's alive.
- Oh, indeed.

Courtney, Mr. Roarke.

-How do you do? -Hello.

-May I? -Oh.

Thank you.

One final warning,

my dear Mr. Elkins,

your fantasy will end tomorrow

at precisely... 6:00 p.m.

- Will you excuse me?
- Yeah, sure.

You know, now that I'm mortal,

I have all the basic
drives and desires

and passions as any other woman.

And I mean to take
advantage of every minute

as long as I'm here.

Yeah, well, I'll
go along with that.

You know, there's some
things one just can't do alone.

Well, I know what you mean.

Listen, why don't we
go back to my bungalow

and get you in a new outfit,

and then I'll take
you to lunch, okay?

- Okay, whatever you say.
- Okay, this way, come on.

Your flesh, your
blood warm and soft,

alive, alive.

My Cathy, alive.

I am not Cathy.

Not Cathy?

I have stood here each night

at the foot of your portrait.

Have you forgotten what
we are to each other?

Oh, no, no, I haven't forgotten,

not a single word.

"More myself than I am."

You are Cathy.

"More myself than I am."

Heathcliff, I can
only be with you

for a little while,
I can't stay.

No, no, Cathy, I lost you once.

And I won't live
without you. I swear it.

I prefer my own death to
the hellish void of yours.

I don't know how
this happened or why.

But you're here
now, you are back.

And I will not lose you again.

Joseph!

Joseph! Come see what miracle

has befallen this
wretched household.

It is impossible.

The work of the devil.

Devil or angel. Who
cares, you old fool?

Now, go prepare
the sitting room.

We'll have our dinner there.

Well, stop gaping,
man! Get to it.

Your mistress has come home.

Now, I'll go tell Nelly to
prepare a worthy feast for us.

Everything must be
perfect for tonight.

Tonight?

The beginning of our
new life together, Cathy,

my sweet Cathy.

We'll never be separated again,

not in life... Nor in death.

Well, Miss Bevis,

I trust your fantasy is
all you expected it to be.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,
am I glad to see you.

Thank you.

Heathcliff is
everything I expected...

And more.

There's just one little problem.

Oh, and what is that?

He thinks I'm Cathy.

Well, then you
should be delighted.

Oh, no, Mr. Roarke,
Cathy is dead.

He thinks I'm her
resurrected somehow.

Well, I tried to explain
that I will only be here

for a short while.

But he says he
won't live without me.

When I leave,

he means to die, Mr. Roarke.

Miss Bevis, I must remind you

that this place

and these people
are merely images

from a powerful book.
Real to you, of course,

but still a fantasy.

I know that, Mr. Roarke.

What am I going to
do about Heathcliff?

I can't let him die.

Love is a strange and
powerful emotion, Miss Bevis.

Trust in yourself,

your emotions.

And before this weekend is over,

you will find the answer
in your own heart...

And in the book itself.

I'll try, Mr. Roar...

Mr. Roarke?

Courtney?

In here, Francis.

Are you decent?

What a silly question.

Ah.

You said you were decent.

But I am decent.

I mean, I've always thought
of myself as a good girl.

Yeah, but you don't
have any clothes on.

Francis, you've seen
me at least 100 times

without anything on.

Believe me, now, it's different.

I mean, you're... You're...

What, mortal?

Ah.

Will you hand me
that towel, please?

Ah.

Are human beings always so shy?

Well, this one is.
Listen, I got a great idea.

Why don't I meet you
in about ten minutes

at the garden restaurant, okay?

Okay, whatever you say.

Oh, George, there has got to be

some live ones around here.

-Oh, my goodness. -Mmm-hmm.

-Huh? -Uh-huh.

-Mmm. Harry... -Yeah.

That's what I call a live one.

And she's probably
just hanging around here

waiting for an
unattached guy like me.

Hi, honey, mind if I sit down?

Please do.

Hawkins is the name.

Harry Hawkins. What's yours?

-Courtney. -Courtney, charming.

Where do you hail
from, Courtney?

Bloomingdale's.

Mmm... Bloomingdale.

Ah, yes, that little
town in Indiana.

I've heard of it.

Forgive me, but
you've got the prettiest...

Green eyes that I've ever seen.

- Last week, they were brown.
- What?

Oh, it was Francis's idea.

He just plucked
out the brown ones

and popped in the green ones.

You're putting me on, right?

Putting you on what?

Skip it, it's just
an expression.

Uh... Who is this Francis guy?

He dresses and undresses me.

Sometimes two or
three times a day.

And when we're really busy,

Jacques and Mike will help him.

You mean, they just
all pitch in and help?

Well, you don't
look like a kind of girl

who would fool around like that.

I mean, you being
so young and all that.

Young?

Gosh, I'm going on six.

I was made in Boston.

Hey, hey.

You don't have to go
into your personal life

just because I sat down.

When I was moved to Cleveland,

they gave me a new pair of legs.

They're much nicer
than the old ones.

They gave you a new pair
of legs, huh, just like that?

Well, sure... All my
parts are interchangeable.

All of your parts?

In case they get worn out
from too much handling.

She's a great
little kidder, pal.

-Yeah. -I was just leaving.

Excuse me. George.

Why are they laughing?

Is it something I said?

Well, I think it's
everything you said.

Listen, I think you and I
are going have to have

a little talk, hmm?

Do you mind?

Do you mind?

You know, Edgar my boy,

I think that you and Heathcliff

should drop this eternal
quarreling between you.

Particularly that
little Cathy is gone.

As an old friend of my
family, Lord Wyndham,

I'll forgive you
for that remark.

But I have no forgiveness
in my soul for Heathcliff.

-Oh. -I shall chase him

off the moor like
the scoundrel he is.

Sorry to hear that.

Hatred is not good for
a man's soul, you know.

Mine thrives on it, sir.

Hmm.

Oh, forgive me, sir...

But here is Joseph
from Wuthering Heights

with important news, so he says.

So speak out, man.

Miss Cathy's come back,

risen from the grave
she has, Mr. Edgar!

What are you saying?

You know that's
impossible, old man.

No, she's sitting over
there in Wuthering Heights

this very minute, sir,

chatting with that
devil Heathcliff

and waitin' for her tea.

Good heavens, he's got
a woman all right then.

That's obvious.

Well, this is a very
interesting development.

Tell me, Joseph,
does Heathcliff believe

that she is indeed Miss Cathy?

Ho-ho, he be certain of it, sir.

Excellent.

I've got him now.

That'll be all, Joseph.

Thank you. I'll see
that you're rewarded.

- Well, don't you see it, sir?
- What?

Heathcliff is losing his mind.

And as magistrate
of this county,

you must see to it
that he is put away,

where he can do no harm.

Don't talk such nonsense.

I mean, you haven't
got any proof.

I can't send that
fellow to the asylum

because of a whim,
because of prejudice,

because of avarice.

Of course not, dear sir.

You don't fool me, Edgar.

I know that Wuthering
Heights is a valuable farm,

a good land, sizeable stock.

And I know also that if
Heathcliff is committed,

you'd be able to
reclaim the property.

And your revenge
would be complete.

All I ask of you, sir,

is if I prove to you that
Heathcliff is indeed mad...

You'll do your duty.

I suppose you can
rely on that, Edgar.

Meanwhile, I'll
wish you good day.

Francis, isn't that...

From the store? Uh-huh.

Okay, you can put
it right there, please.

I did Anton's new
spring line with them.

Mr. Roarke had them
shipped over to use

in a designer display
and show for his guests.

Do you think it would
be all right if I said hello?

Yeah, well, sure, but listen,

don't expect them to hear you.

I'll bet they will.

- Oh, hello, Courtney.
- Hi, Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke told me
to bring your friends.

These mannequins
are for the fashion show.

They're lovely, aren't they?

Well, next to you,
they're just mannequins.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Hello, girls.

Mindy.

Sally.

Sybil.

I bet you'd like to be mortal

for a little while,
too, wouldn't you?

I'll be back.

Oh, it's so beautiful here,

just the way I always
dreamed it would be.

Heathcliff, to stay
with you here forever

would be heaven...

But it's impossible.

No, nothing's impossible, Cathy.

Our love cannot be
dissuaded by time or chance

or anything of this earth.

It will endure like the
moors out there forever.

Oh, Heathcliff,
if I could only...

No ifs.

We'll wander the
moors this very night.

We'll catch the night
wind in our hands

and the stars in our
hair, Cathy, and we'll love.

Oh, yes, Heathcliff, yes!

Come, my beloved.

How dare you
trespass on this house?

My God.

I've come for my wife.

Edgar?

Yes.

I'm Edgar, your husband.

I've come to take you home

to Thrushcross Grange.

And I'll see you in hell first.

Cathy is mine.

Well, if she is indeed Cathy...

She belongs with her husband.

-Take her. -No!

It's been a long
time, Heathcliff.

I look forward this night

to exercise my...

Husbandly privileges.

Cathy!

I command thee to awaken.

Sybil.

Sally.

And Mindy.

Now!

- Is being mortal fun?
- Have you met any men yet?

What does the
lifeguard look like?

-Is he cute? -No, Listen.

I'll answer all your
questions later.

But right now, you
better get out of here

before you get caught.

Now, come on, follow me.

A job well done,
Mr. Felcher, deserves reward.

I had some refreshments
ordered for our eventual return,

but since we have nothing to do

but wait for the magistrate,

I suggest you and your
men repair to the kitchen.

Why are you doing this?

Let me explain, please.

You've been found out at last,

you and your charade,
for whatever reason.

Now you've naught but to
suffer the consequences.

Take them to the
kitchen, and summon me

at once when the
magistrate arrives.

Yes, Mr. Edgar.

Please, let me explain.

You don't understand!

On the contrary, my dear...

I understand very well.

By the Lord...

You're so like her.

I can't...

Believe my eyes.

Beautiful.

Desirable.

You have no right!

-Ahhh! -I have every right!

You pose as my wife.

You'll only make matters
worse, my dear, by...

fighting me.

If you fight me...

I shall have to break you...

Like I'm going to break that
beloved beggar of yours...

Like this. -

You stay away from me.

Yes?

Uh, Mr. Edgar, sir,

the magistrate is here.

I'll be right there.

Honor calls, my sweet.

And revenge.

I want you to be patient...

Until my return...

And then...

We shall continue.

Did you do that?

Bring them to life?

Oh, I just hope they don't
get in any kind of trouble.

Tss, tss!

Well, how is everything
going, Mr. Elkins?

Oh, fine, Mr. Roarke, just fine.

I'm delighted to hear that.

Boss, I don't remember
seeing those girls before.

As a matter of
fact, neither do I,

at least not so
animated, shall we say?

Perhaps they're
acquaintances of yours?

-Mine? -Mmm-hmm.

Uh, well, I...

I did talk to them
for a few minutes,

but I wouldn't exactly
call them acquaintances.

Oh, I see.

Boss, I don't think they
can eat all that cake

by themselves.

I'm going to try to help them.

May I suggest that
you direct your attention

to tonight's menu?

Will you excuse us?

-Come. -All right.

Isn't there someplace
we can go and...

-And be alone? -Oh, yeah, sure.

Listen, I'll take you
on a little tour, okay?

Okay.

Hi, girls.

Well, got yourselves a
sweet tooth, I see, huh?

Uh, here by yourselves, are you?

For the rest of the weekend.

Oh, we're here
by ourselves, too.

Not married or anything,
are we, George?

I said we're not married or
anything, are we, George?

Oh, no, we're, uh,

we're just a couple
of swingin' singles.

What do you swing from?

What do we swing from?

That's a cute sense
of humor, isn't it, Harry?

Oh, by the way, I'm George,

and this is my pal Harry.

-Girls. -Hi.

You here on vacation?

Yeah, we won the trip for being

the leading salesmen
in our districts.

We sell things, too...

In a way.

We model clothes.

Must be a wonderful life, huh?

Not always.

You've got such...
Such beautiful skin.

How do you keep
it looking that good?

Oh, well, every so often,

they take us out and
get us shellacked.

Uh, who takes you out
and gets you shellacked?

Men.

They just toss us in
the back of the van

and off we go.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

You mean that you got to
keep belting down the booze

to keep your skin looking
as good as it does?

No.

We actually get shellacked.

All over.

Either I've been out in
the moonlight too long

or I'm going looney tunes.

You seem to be having serious

difficulties, Miss Bevis.

Mr. Roarke,

this isn't just a
fantasy anymore.

Heathcliff, Wuthering
Heights is my reality.

I belong with Heathcliff.

Miss Bevis, are you saying
you want to remain here?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I want to stay
with the only man

I've ever loved.

I told you, he's sworn
to end his life if I leave.

And now Edgar is
plotting against him.

I must help him.

But I warned you

that your actions must
not influence in any way

the outcome of one of the
most popular novels in literature.

Oh, it's only a book.

Heathcliff is real.

Oh, he mustn't die.

Miss Bevis...

Those men out there know

that Cathy is dead, do they not?

Well, all they have to
do is exhume her body

and prove Heathcliff mad.

He'll be confined to an asylum.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

I've made such a tragic
mess of everything.

You have done nothing
except out of love, Miss Bevis.

But now it's time to do
what you know you must do.

Yes, I have to get the book

back to the plot, don't I?

Yes.

It means I have to end
it the way it was written.

Precisely.

I have to die.

You must play that role.

But first, you must
go to Heathcliff,

convince him he must live.

I assure you, love
will find the way.

I trust you, Mr. Roarke.

Now, give me your best smile.

Beautiful.

Okay, another one.

Fantastic.

Ah, that's great.

Yeah, I like it.

Oh! That's better than a smile.

C'est magnifique!

Uh, miss,

I wonder if you'd mind
if I took your picture, too.

Oh, sure, it's okay with me.

Is it all right
with you, Tattoo?

Well, if he has
film in his camera.

Oh, I have, I have.

That certainly is a lovely
dress you're wearing.

Oh, thank you.

Would you like to buy it?

Oh, no, please, no!

No! No, no, don't. Don't, don't.

Uh, please, no. I
don't want to buy it.

See, I just want to
take your picture.

But I thought you
said you liked it.

That's not the point.

- I just want to take...
- Excuse me.

Courtney, this way.
Come on, come on.

Pardon me, Tattoo.
It'll be all right.

-Come on, Courtney. -I just...

Did I do something wrong?

Well, there are laws
that frown on people

taking their
clothes off in public.

I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you again.

No, no, no, I'm the one
that should be apologizing.

Oh, come on, you didn't know.

Come on, there's something
we have to show you.

Yeah, come on, come on.

- Come on, come on.
- All right, all right.

Oh, ho-ho-ho.

Those new models are
really something, huh?

I guess pretty soon we'll
all be replaced by that kind.

Which will probably mean
the old shredder for us.

Is she going to be
in your show, too?

Sure.

But why the long faces, girls?

You're gonna be
around for a long time.

-We are? -Uh-huh.

I just signed a new
long term contract

with the store, and, as
head window dresser,

I get to pick who
models for me, right?

Huh? -

Whoa, whoa! Easy, girls.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, girls!
Whoa, easy, girls, whoa!

Where did we go wrong, George?

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Where are you, Heathcliff?

Cathy!

Oh, Heathcliff...

I lost my way.

I couldn't find you.

Well, I've got you
now, my love...

And they'll not take
you from me again.

You'll be with
me forever, Cathy.

You hear me? Forever.

Oh, yes, Heathcliff, forever.

Easy.

Heathcliff, I have
to warn you...

Shh... Quiet.

Quiet, my love.

You're... Blue with cold.

We have to get you warm.

It's too late, my dearest.

No... No, heaven
could not be so cruel

as to steal you
away a second time.

You must not only
convince Heathcliff

you are dying, but
that he must live on.

I can't stay.

I told you.

I'll not live without you.

I swear.

If you die, I die with you.

No, dearest Heathcliff.

There is no death for you or me.

Our love is eternal.

Don't you see?

We were given
these special hours

to save ourselves,

to save our love.

Oh...

Oh, Cathy, tell me how.

By your living.

Love is life...

And memory.

Your living strength

will hold our love safe
until we can love again.

We will love again.

We will.

We will, sweet angel. We will.

Oh...

Please take me to the window.

I want to see our moors again.

Angel.

Oh, Heathcliff...

I will love you forever.

And I you, sweet Cathy.

Forever.

Cathy... Cathy!

Oh... Cathy.

Good night.

Good night, sweet love.

Your fantasy is
over, Miss Bevis.

- Oh, Mr. Roarke.
- Don't worry, Miss Bevis.

Neither he nor anyone else

can see or hear you any longer.

Your Heathcliff will not
remember that you were here.

But your love will
stay with him forever.

Where is she?

Where is the woman
who claims to be my wife?

There's no one here.

Eric, tell me, what's going on?

He's hidden her.

Not in this house, sir.

She's here, I tell
you. She has to be.

I give you my word, sir,

no mortal woman is,

or has been in my house.

Curious, very curious.

But I have a feeling
he's telling the truth.

It's a trick. I saw her
with my own eyes.

As did the bailiff.

The bailiff? Well,
you can't rely on him.

He drinks too much.

Well, there'll be an
investigation, gentlemen.

And if no woman is
found in this house,

well...

Then perhaps the wrong gentleman

was considered for the asylum.

Follow me.

My beloved Cathy...

More myself than I am.

Our time is almost up, isn't it?

Come on, we weren't gonna
talk about time. Remember?

Hold me, Francis, just hold me.

You have exceeded
your time, Mr. Elkins.

Your fantasy must end...

-Now. -Just a few more minutes.

I'm sorry... The other
three mannequins

have already reverted.

You see, they didn't have
your love to shield them.

Well, then, when it happens,

can it happen
while we're dancing?

I mean, while I'm
still holding her?

As you wish.

Yes...

Yes.

Dear, loving Francis.

I love you, Courtney.

I'll always love you, too.

Miss Bevis, I
regret your fantasy

may not have been
all you expected.

Oh, but it was.

I know now how much
Heathcliff loved Cathy.

Their love will live
forever in these pages.

And what about you?

Now Miss Bevis must
find true, real love.

Oh, I will.

I will, because I
have experienced

the joy and wonder of it.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Good-bye, Miss Bevis.

-Tattoo. -Good-bye.

Well, I guess this is
good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

And I want to thank
you for everything.

The weekend couldn't
have been more perfect.

Uh... Then you are satisfied

that your fantasy
has been fulfilled?

Well, you gave me
everything you promised.

Hello, little birdy.

Oh, uh, the lady
you are admiring

is one of our very new
Fantasy Island hostesses,

a Miss, uh,
Winslow, is it, Tattoo?

- That's right, boss.
- Miss Winslow.

She just happens
to be going back

on the plane with you.

I understand she
was a former model.

- Sweet little bird.
- And that, at one time,

mannequins were
made from her likeness.

Muh...

Ohh...

I have the strangest
feeling I've met you before.

I feel I know you, too.

We'll have to talk
about it on the plane.

You know what, boss?

What, my friend?

I should know better.

For once, I thought this
was a fantasy you blew.